It was a memory that I never forget until now. I was 16 and that evening was a sports day at my secondary school. I was having so much fun when my parents suddenly came early to bring me home. They told me that we need to move out of our house.

Almost half of the things inside the house are packed and put inside a lorry. The rain starts falling a few minutes later. My uncle took over the house. He took over my childhood and we are forced to move out to my other uncle's house. Our house is then packed into a room.

My family had been living there for years. My parents had needed to take care of my grandparents since I can remember. Why is it that they do not have the right to get just a piece of that land where they build the house?

My uncle came just like that and chase us all out. It was almost his pension day and he do not have a house to live in.

I found out the reason recently. They said it because my mother want to chase my rude cousin out of the house after she completed her Sunday class. If I am not mistaken, my mother did all the work to make sure she completed her class.

My grandmother once said, "Are my children not coming home to see me? Are they waiting for my death before they come to visit?"

She is right. I only knew that I got a big family on the day of the burial. After that, everyone is gone.

She also said," Take care of your parents no matter how they behave because whatever happens, they will still be your parents."

It looks like my grandmother already knows what is going to happen and preparing me for it. She is the one person that I cannot forget and wish that she is still alive to take care of me.

I hated my uncle since the day he chases us out of my childhood home. I hated him so much that I do not want to see his face for the rest of my life.

My husband gave me the strength to forgive him. You cannot live with hatred for too long he said. It will ruin you. It will destroy the kind woman I married.

He didn't say it in arrangeable sentences but that is my understanding of his words.

It's time to rest.

I have done my part for the moment from memories. Now, is the time for me to build my future as the stepping stone for my daughter. I hope that I will not repeat the same misery I felt to her.

I am grateful for my past.

That past made me a strong woman. The present made me realize that I do not need to hang on to the word family which is related by blood. A family does not have to be related by blood. It is a group of people that can live together and compromise. Respectful of each other privacy and personal space.

Life is hard but it does not mean that the difficulty will prevent me to have a decent one. I am not the only one having the worst, there might be someone else having a worse fate but living better than me. If they can be better, why can't I?

That is what I often tell myself.